I remember her, busy in the kitchen or busy at her desk working..or spending time with my Dad,..or fighting a headache. My Mom. Sensitive, behind the scenes artist. My Mom wrote music and poetry and sang so beautifully but who knew? She was too nervous to sing in front of a crowd, too sensitive for that. But my Mom is brilliant and full of wisdom. Thank YOU MOM for the music you have passed onto...

Good evening to you! I just finished working on music with an artist that is very talented. It is interesting how paths cross and meet and the storms inbetween..Like a paper airplane flying in the wind that meets an undercurrent or two. There is definitely a mystery to music. My friend has a story, and I hope that his pages are now written in the black not red. The very thing he loved almost...

There they were, he with his limp and her with her speech troubles and crooked grin. Simple people, sometimes he pushed her in her wheel chair, sometimes she walked with a difficulty. There they were, always one with the other. Grey hair speckled  the tops of their heads like a crown on top jeweling two hearty grins. He had never learned to read or write, he told me, he used his memory, came...

I came about writing By the Fire at a time when my world was turned upside down and totally uncertain. It was a time of pain and struggle. That's when you get songs like this. They come to you like a source of comfort, like a moment from the Divine. I knew that in spite of my personal world events that I was "taken care of". That inner peace and comfort that comes to us when all else is uncertain...

Good day to You! As Easter Weekend sets into motion I am full of joy really. I think of Easter as a time where faith is realized and so too in my own journey as I have learned to really stretch my self in faith and take a "flying leap"...faith then begins to emerge into reality. It's a wonder and a wonderful thing really. To break past the mediocre and reach into the heavens and pull out a star!...